Lyrical Breakdown of You Don't Hear Me Doe - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Scarface weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "You Don't Hear Me Doe" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Call me psychotive but I'm bad, nigga yo And I'ma do ya bad, black And when I come, I'm bustin' up niggas to hear me, black Ya should of never let a nigga see If there was niggas and bitches and bitches and niggas that hated me Huh, I waited for my date to come-of-age And now I'm of-age I can't escape the fuckin' front page So I guess that nigga D is up to hit again I kicks the funky shit and coke and stupid like I'm Gilligan I'm P, supposed to hit a lick for a jack The only thing I gained is the pain of niggas comin' back Nigga lookin' for they shit, aggravated and pissed Niggas they can't fuck with my clique I'm here to break 'em off for chunk A D E A T H L Y, a motherfuckin' punk And I be rollin' with the brass Don't answer with the ziggers in your hood He break your neck to roll a pass, nigga Don't even stop to say "Whattup", 'cos I bust for the fuck And pay some quick to light a motherfucker up Next time you stop me on your block, I hope you leave the place Or be the next to meet the Lord face-to-face Nigga, I ain't the one to take no bullshit 'Cos see a nigga like the D Is game to empty out the full clip So when I come for ya, act like ya know Sittin', motherfuckin' smooth to the curb but you don't hear Doe I'ma bring ya to ya asshole (Uh) Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah) Bustin' on that ass but still I see That you don't hear me doe (But you don't hear me doe) Bring ya to ya asshole (Uh) Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah) Bustin on that ass but still I see That you don't hear me doe It's time to fuck em up, here it comes, blast, nigga Thump to your chest and they comin' out your ass, nigga I grew apart, livin' my life as a criminal Niggas G to kill but still I see that you don't hear me doe So I'ma serve it to ya fat, hit the deck, mate Hit the deck mate, call me Flipper when I checkmate D-um divertin' nine, Tre-9, full Glock, Glock My Glock makin' sounds and it don't stop So nigga pass the swisha quick And I'ma blaze till the motherfucker burn me off my fingertips 'Cos, see a nigga gotta say high I try to smoke till I can't smoke and then I won't smoke But still I got my fingers on my shit And click, click, click, ya die, die, die, ya dead, bitch You tried to test the wrong nigga, be a tested Straight from St.Paul but clockin G's down in Texas Some think I'm talk cos I play it cool But I ain't the average motherfucker I do the shit that niggas won't do Huh, like pistol whip a woodie for his bank Then after that I gate and grab his bitch And do the same thang And I will pain up the asshole Collectin' grips on my drips as I stroll but you don't hear me doe I'ma bring ya to ya asshole (Uh) Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah) Bustin' on that ass but still I see That you don't hear me doe (But you don't hear me doe) Bring ya to ya asshole (Uh) Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah) Bustin on that ass but still I see That you don't hear me doe Ain't no mistakin' what I'm bringin' You motherfuckers still ain't had enough So I'ma continue to break you off for proper ass chunk May it be nine, may it be a gauge, may it be a shank Any way you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate Huh, a nigga bustin' caps, smokin' fires Quick to bring it to your ass and keep on goin' till your ass die And it ain't no runnin' down dem backstreets 'Cos I got slugs to catch 'em with Carl Lewis on the track meet Huh and still you wanna test a nigga so Audi 5, nigga, hate to see ya go but you don't hear me doe I'ma bring ya to ya asshole (Uh) Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah) Bustin' on that ass but still I see That you don't hear me doe (But you don't hear me doe) Bring ya to ya asshole (Uh) Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah) Bustin on that ass but still I see That you don't hear me doe Yeah, check it